And it was then, at last sexually satisfied for the first time in a long time, that she drifted into a deep sleep.
Once, during the middle of the night, she felt him cuddle up to her ass and slip his cock into her, pussy from behind. She didn't even fully wake up, but managed to come twice herself before he poured yet another load into her pussy.
Then, leaving his cock inside her, they both went back to sleep.
It was seven in the morning when she woke, stretched, and noticed that he was gone. She climbed out of bed and then, on her way to the bathroom, spotted the envelope on the dresser.
Inside was a note:
Good morning, beautiful. You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you. The bill is all taken care of downstairs, and you can sleep as late as you want to. It's a discreet hotel-that's why I always stay here. How about we do this every couple of weeks when I'm, in town? Same time, same place. What's in the envelope is yours.
Robert Patty sat the note on the dresser and retrieved the envelope. Inside she found five crisp twenty-dollar bills.
"Why, that son-of-a-bitch," she said.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Zephir was less than half full when Patty arrived. She had called Joe from Robert's hotel room, hoping that he hadn't tried to reach her at the house that morning. She need not have worried. He wasn't even in the office yet. She left a message with his secretary that she was having lunch with Marcia in town, and she would call him later.
"Hi. Sorry I'm late," Patty said, at last finding Marcia's table.
"That's okay. I just got here myself. I'm having a martini. Want one?"
"I don't think so," Patty said, and then laughed. "They make me horny if I have one in the middle of the day."
"What's wrong with that?" Marcia said, and signaled the waiter. "I'll have another one of these, and one for my friend."
"Boy," Patty said, "are you all dolled up."
"Got a little datey-poo this afternoon."
Then the drinks came and they ordered. When the waiter had left, Marcia leaned across the table, until her face was very close to Patty's. She spoke in a low whisper.
"Aren't you going to ask me who I'm going to fuck this afternoon?"
"Me, I hope" Patty said, using the same low tone.
"No such luck… this is business."
"Business?"
"Yeah," Marcia said, and then frowned.
"Shouldn't have said that. I'll tell you about it sometime." Then she changed the subject. "You didn't come home last night, did you?"
"How do you know that?" Patty replied.
"Your cat was at the station when I came in this morning. And I took the early train."
Patty pursed her lips. She desperately wanted to confide in her friend. She wanted to tell her about the wonderful, crazy evening she had experienced, and its ending that morning.
Marcia could sense it. "Want to tell me about it, honey?"
So Patty told her and ended the story by handing her friend the note. Marcia read it and looked up.
"How much was in the envelope?"
"How did you know-?"
"How much?"
"One hundred dollars," Patty said.
"Did you give him a good fuck?"
Patty giggled. "I sure did. I think I almost fucked his balls off!"
"Then he underpaid you."
"But I didn't fuck him for the money," Patty said. "I really wanted to get laid!"
"You going to give the money back, then?"
Patty thought for a moment, then made up her mind. "Hell, no I'm not. We can use it; Joe and I are so far in debt, I don't know how we'll ever get out."
"You know something, Patty, I think you're just like I am."
"How's that?"
"I think you need money… and you love to fuck."
"Well… bluntly speaking, I guess you're right."
"Then Madame Noon is your answer."
"Who the devil is Madame Noon?" Patty frowned.
"Later… I'll tell you later. Right now we're going to see a very important gentleman."
"Who?"
"Ever heard of Judge Wilpin?"
"Sure," Patty replied. "Everybody has. He's the judge who's dedicated to stamping out pornography."
"That's him," Marcia nodded, rising from the table and gathering her gloves and handbag. "C'mon… let's go!"
"What are we going to see him for?"
"To fuck him, of course."
"HI, Judge," Marcia said, preceeding Patty into the lavish apartment. "Meet Patty."
"Hello there," the judge replied, letting his eyes roam up and down Patty's luscious body in the form-fitting dress. "What's the occasion?"
"Special today," Marcia replied, removing her light wrap and gloves. "Two for the price of one!"
"Well, well," the judge said, rubbing his hands together with glee.
The judge was a tall, ruggedly built maim his early fifties, who looked ten years younger.
"Sit down, honey," Marcia said, "while the judge and I do a little business."
Patty quickly sat down in a large, comfortable sofa as Marcia and the judge moved across the room to a littered desk. She looked long and hard at the judge. She had often seen him on television, but now, in the flesh, she found that she was very attracted to his animal good looks and big rugged body.
Then they were walking back toward her.
"Good… good," the judge said, his eyes full of lust as he took in Patty's full tits in the skin-tight dress. "This is going to be one hell of an afternoon!"
"You two go ahead," Marcia said. "I'll watch, and then join in."
"But… what do you want me to do?" Patty said, still not getting the full drift of the situation.
"First of all, let's take off all of these fucking clothes," the judge said, and pulled down his fly.
"Just do as he says, Patty honey," Marcia said, sliding onto a stool at the bar and pouring herself a drink. "Take your clothes off and stand still. Maybe close your eyes. The judge will turn you on, honey. He's a genius at it."
"She's right, dear," the judge said. "Now let me help you with your clothes."
In a moment Patty was naked. Then the judge undressed himself carefully and when he, too, was completely nude she noted that he had a fine, youthful physique, tan, with well-developed muscles. He walked around the room, closing drapes, but all the time he had a magnificent hard-on.
"Now, sit very quietly, put your hands on your hips, and close your eyes, my dear."
Patty did as he was told; suddenly she felt the judge's fingers probing the lips of her cunt. He moved his fingers into her deftly and deliberately. He let his fingers stroke up and down the swollen lips of her pussy and felt it grow wet and hot with his expert stroking. On each stroke, he allowed his fingers to brush past the budding, growing clitoris, and each time he did, Patty gyrated her hips a little in answer to his ministrations.
"Feel good, honey?" he chuckled.
"Y-ye-yeah, yeah."
To her side, Patty could hear Marcia giggling.
"Don't worry, honey," her friend said. "Little ole Judgey-poo gets his kicks that way. He loves to tease a pussy to death before he fucks it. Just hang on."
Patty heard and felt the judge get down on his knees in front of her. With both hands he pushed her knees apart and plunged his face into the dripping, sweet pussy. He pushed the lips apart with his fingers and studied the pink insides.
The clit was growing now, a miniature prick, rising out of the folds of the, luscious slit. He bent down and placed his mouth among the mounting juices and the swelling clit. Taking the little bud into his mouth, he sucked on it gently, moving his, head back and forth, letting his lips brush the roughened walls at the base of the cuntlips. Her pussy juice flowed freely down his chin.
He tasted and smelled the delightful musky cunt-flavor.
Patty, meanwhile, was beginning to lose her composure. Each time the judge's head brushed past her clit. she wanted to grab hold of it and push it against her twat, to force his tongue deeper and deeper inside her. It was becoming harder and harder to concentrate.
Her nipples grew hard and erect, and her breasts screamed to be sucked. She wanted to feel the judge's hot prick up her snatch, to feel the pressure tearing the walls of her cunt apart. But still she held on.